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Jan 2013
My eyes are red
My limbs are dead
I am so incredibly
Unbelievably
Impossibly
Exhausted
Yet sleep eludes me,
And why, you ask?
I honestly can't tell you,
But I probably deserve it.
Wrote this at three a.m. last night. I'm not sure if I'm that proud of it, but thought I should share.
Sierra Collins
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Sierra Collins
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